BIANCA'S POV“Is there a reason why the healer is sitting on the cold floor?” He barked at the guards. They all bowed instantly.“We told her to come back but she didn't listen. We apologise, Alpha,” one of them, maybe the leader, explained to him.“Don't blame them, it's fine,” I told him as I stood to my feet, dusting my dress.His throat bobbed, but he said nothing. Reaching past me, he pushed the door open and nudged me inside.“What are you doing?” His hands grazed mine as he pulled away from the door. The bond surged awake, sharp and insistent, in places that had no business reacting to a simple touch.I straightened, clearing my throat, “We need to talk.”“About what?” His voice was hoarse, almost as if he couldn't decide if to be angry or to pity me.“What are you going to do about the bond?” He held my gaze for a long moment before he finally sighed and sank into his seat.“When my first wife died, I knew it was the curse.”My brows drew together.“She had little burns at
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